I finished Murakami’s ‘Kafka on the Beach’ yesterday. I did not like it. There was a bit too much of magic realism for my taste. And what was he driving at anyways? One can blame me that I did not understand it, but it’s alright. I don’t care. I especially disliked and skipped the part where ‘Johnnie Walker’ cuts open the cats and eats their beating hearts. That was 4 or 5 pages I think. To come to think of it I think that’s what put me off.